A Dream

She walks up to him and smiles. He nudges her and brings her aside. Away from prying eyes and gossips. "Where have you been? I have been waiting for you!" he says. She smiles and runs into his inviting arms; they steal a hug and a faint kiss.
The regular chit chat later, they sneak out hand in hand making sure not to seem so obvious. They get in his Jeep Wrangler and he says, “Where to? She replies, “where the sun sets and the moon rises, where the river meets the vast ocean and where you and I can breathe free" He knows the destination, but for now his cabin over looking the pacific will do.
He watches her as she glides on in; before she can say a word he kisses her again but more fervently, more aggressively. She struggles at first then just succumbs to his passion, her passion.
Their passion is undeniable and unattainable. Before she can open the door and bolt on out into the cold dark night, she kisses his cheek and sheds a tear. He knows he could never take her where she deserves to go. Where she ought to be, where their love could be free of all things worldly. She knows this is just a dream. He knows it is her dream and he is a visitor bound by traditions. It is her dream, and his anguish. A dream of two star crossed lovers, unlike Romeo & Juliet even death can't unite them. As these two stroll in different worlds, one’s a dreamer and the other her dream!
mrv 2009©

mine

you are mine to hold
you are hers to have
what a cruel game we play?
someone’s loss, someone’s gain
what of us? you and i?

déjà vu

you must have heard my thoughts
when you called you knew I knew
i dreamt of you last night
do you dream of me too?

my muse

u r all i know
u r all I crave
u r my soul
soul is all I crave
behave if i could
the world would be at shame
shame what is shame?
i have no shame
u r all I have
forsaken & loved
u r all i have

If he only knew what he means to me, my muse, my torment, my pleasure.

moon

i stare at the moon
does it stare back
he knows i know
do i know?

I sent my soul into the invisible

I sent my soul into the invisible,
Some letter of that after life to spell.
And by and by my soul returned to me
And answered, I myself am heaven and hell.


- Omar Khayyam (Rubaiyat)

Wonder

Wonder,

A garden among the flames!
My heart can take on any form:
A meadow for gazelles,
A cloister for monks,
For the idols, sacred ground,
Ka'ba for the circling pilgrim,
The tables of the Torah,
The scrolls of the Quran.
My creed is Love;
Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is my belief,
My faith.

- Ibn Arabi.

Yellow Shutters

It is certainly a deceiving site. Fresh coat of white blanketed the pavements today hiding the menacing stark of slick black ice.

Earlier in the day, commute brought me to an unfamiliar street and I was taken in awe by the yellow shutters of a small quaint pre 70's era ranch. The yellow shutters stood out amid the dull gray of vinyl siding covered in clear icicles and the faint dusting of new snow. Taking a second glance at the yellow shutters, I imagined all it needed was some bright red daisies & green of a freshly cut lawn. One can wish can't we?

I asked the girls of their opinion..and one yelled.."yuck..mum it looks like puke". The joker of our family said.."mamma it would look good if the grass showed and maybe some flowers too"...weird! She's so much "not" like me yet sometimes her imagination beckons me to take a second look at her & say..she's mine and so is "one"!!!